Somehow during the night the shicken left the arena in search of food and as he tried to sneak back in, he found it bolted and locked shut tighter than a drum so I gues his only recourse was to head back to the clubhouse and hide out in the laundry room under all of deviant vikings old dirty socks. As if the smell would hide his poultry sented feathers. Well it did, but I just happened to be down in the laundry area looking for a green sock..errr a green marble to keep in my pocket and saw something rubber quivering under the mound. Low and behold it was SHICKEN! I've pried the hex out of him and I think we're all safe now once again